Razzin' Frazzin'...
I'm feeling moody today.
There is something about London which sometimes makes me feel tired, lonely and disconnected. Then again, there was always something in Brisbane which made me feel tired, lonely and disconnected.
So evidence suggests that it's just me.
My review of the Cat Empire is up, and I should be feeling really great.
But somehow I don't. Maybe it is the looming rent day.
Maybe it is just the general frustration I feel. Mostly frustration with myself. My head has that blurry 'I Can't Think' feeling, like I just want to twist it of and shake it until all the stuff weighing me down falls out.
Hmm.
Maybe if I get myself depressed enough I can get to sleep early tonight.
...
I went out to Leicester Square last night and saw Fantastic Four. It was amazing in places and boring in places, and during the scene on the Bridge I found myself getting pretty emotional.
This can't be good.
...
There's some low key commotion outside with some asian kids and a police car in attendance or something. Oh hello, pretty blonde just walked past.
Yep, internet solipsism.
...
Sunday I was watching an old episode of Friends and Chandler had tracked down an old edition of The Velvetine Rabbit to give to Joey's girlfriend. Having searched two cities to find a book to impress a girl some years ago, I felt tears in my eyes as it struck a familiar, pathetic chord.
OF course, I am blaming the Velvetine Rabbit. Fuckin' Velvetine Rabbit. Gets me every time.
...
The Office of Film and Literature Classification has banned GTA San Andreas in Australia.
Nice work. Shit like that makes me ashamed to be Australian. That and Jet.
...
On the tube home I overheard a couple of blokes talking exuberantly about a huge Brass section at a gig they had just been to.
I couldn't help myself. I enquired, and it turned out that the Brass section actually belonged to their band, and they had just played a show and Ronnie Scotts, the legendary Jazz venue in Soho (they had gotten on at Tottenham Court Road).
I got talking to them. Their band was called Dancing With Henry ( http://www.dancingwithhenry.co.uk/ ) and according to them they are picking up momentum.
Good for them.
...
I just discovered I can type a URL while checking out girls outside at the bus stop. Internet Solipsism Continues.
...
I'm still reading the Elric Stories by Michael Moorcock. I met a woman over the weekend who writes science fiction and fantasy stories, and is working on finishing a Novel.
I actually like the Elric stories, even if they do show their age sometimes.
Hmm.
...
I'm sewing the wound closed for today.
Over and out.
J
There is something about London which sometimes makes me feel tired, lonely and disconnected. Then again, there was always something in Brisbane which made me feel tired, lonely and disconnected.
So evidence suggests that it's just me.
My review of the Cat Empire is up, and I should be feeling really great.
But somehow I don't. Maybe it is the looming rent day.
Maybe it is just the general frustration I feel. Mostly frustration with myself. My head has that blurry 'I Can't Think' feeling, like I just want to twist it of and shake it until all the stuff weighing me down falls out.
Hmm.
Maybe if I get myself depressed enough I can get to sleep early tonight.
...
I went out to Leicester Square last night and saw Fantastic Four. It was amazing in places and boring in places, and during the scene on the Bridge I found myself getting pretty emotional.
This can't be good.
...
There's some low key commotion outside with some asian kids and a police car in attendance or something. Oh hello, pretty blonde just walked past.
Yep, internet solipsism.
...
Sunday I was watching an old episode of Friends and Chandler had tracked down an old edition of The Velvetine Rabbit to give to Joey's girlfriend. Having searched two cities to find a book to impress a girl some years ago, I felt tears in my eyes as it struck a familiar, pathetic chord.
OF course, I am blaming the Velvetine Rabbit. Fuckin' Velvetine Rabbit. Gets me every time.
...
The Office of Film and Literature Classification has banned GTA San Andreas in Australia.
Nice work. Shit like that makes me ashamed to be Australian. That and Jet.
...
On the tube home I overheard a couple of blokes talking exuberantly about a huge Brass section at a gig they had just been to.
I couldn't help myself. I enquired, and it turned out that the Brass section actually belonged to their band, and they had just played a show and Ronnie Scotts, the legendary Jazz venue in Soho (they had gotten on at Tottenham Court Road).
I got talking to them. Their band was called Dancing With Henry ( http://www.dancingwithhenry.co.uk/ ) and according to them they are picking up momentum.
Good for them.
...
I just discovered I can type a URL while checking out girls outside at the bus stop. Internet Solipsism Continues.
...
I'm still reading the Elric Stories by Michael Moorcock. I met a woman over the weekend who writes science fiction and fantasy stories, and is working on finishing a Novel.
I actually like the Elric stories, even if they do show their age sometimes.
Hmm.
...
I'm sewing the wound closed for today.
Over and out.
J
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